Semua Bab Jacob Hale: Enemy’s Secret Toy: Bab 1 - Bab 5

JacobThe iron gates of the school loomed against the clouded sky, their sharp points shimmering with the morning dew.I felt the cold air hit my face as I tightened my grip on my backpack, the fabric making weird noises under my sweaty hands. I couldn’t shake off the last words from my uncle. “Don’t embarrass us.” They hung stiffly on my chest, almost making it impossible to breathe.Kenny, my cousin, had already disappeared into the crowd of the bad boys, their laughter ringing out like tiny shards of glass.I stood on the sidelines, my oversized shoes… a hand-me-down gift from Kenny, a hint of his expensive cologne still lingering… scraping hard against the old tiled floor. It felt like the ground itself was trying to swallow me whole.“An orphaned charity case.”The whispers were loud and clear. They moved through the noise of fancy shoes and blazers, wrapping painfully around me. I kept my head down, but the words still gnawed at the back of my neck.The Spanish classroom was sup

JacobThe beaming lights on the second floor flickered angrily as I stared down on my bed. My textbook was drenched in water and dropped on my bed. The pages were bloated. Ruined. Someone had taken their time to scrawled the word "charity kid" on the wall. My hand was shaking as I reached for the wet book. The moment I tried to pick it up, the door flung open behind me. "Trouble, dear cousin?"Kenny's voice tinged with what sounded like concern but I knew better. I didn't need to turn to know Kenny was silently dying of cheer joy over my little predicament. "I'm fine Kenny" I managed to mutter as I picked up the drenched book. Water dripped all over my clothes and the floor.Kenny stepped behind me, stretching his neck a little. "Damn Couz, they really got you good this time huh?""Do you know who did this, Kenny?""I think they left you a note," Kenny said, pointing at a piece of paper in the tousled sheets.The moment Kenny walked out the door laughing, I picked up the semi wet

Daniel The streets were dark and lonely. Quiet too. The only sound that emitted from the darkness was that of buzzing flies from a trash can that stood just a few feet away from Jacob.“Why the hell did I ask him to wait here? What if his uncle drove by and saw him or Kenny bumped into him?” I was sure Jacob’s mind was a rollercoaster of thoughts. “Worst of all what if kids from school came and saw him out here in the street? Alone?” That would mean endless bullying for him. Jacob wasn’t weak. Far from it. He only kept quiet and let people walk all over him for some odd reason I’m yet to find out. Did he like the school so much that he would take whatever bullshit that’s thrown at him?“Penny for your thoughts pretty boy.” My voice was calm.We sat in silence at the coffee shop, waiting for our order when I finally broke the silence. “So what do you think about being my little play thing, pretty boy?”The question threw Jacob off. It was unexpected. He must have had a million thin